‘Eel tits,’ the young man replied.

‘Yes, the eel … that. It was a sign, make no mistake.’ He tapped his temple. ‘But it came from up here. Wait no …’ He reached out a hand and prodded Lenk’s forehead sharply. ‘In there.’

The young man growled, slapping Dreadaeleon’s hand away. ‘So … what, you think it’s madness?’

‘Madness is the result of the rational coming to terms with the irrational, like rel-’

‘ Sweet Khetashe, I get it!’ Lenk said exasperatedly. ‘You’re incredibly enlightened and your brain is big enough to make your neck buckle under it.’

‘That may just be the fat in his head,’ Denaos offered.

‘Regardless, can we please remember to focus on myproblem here?’

‘Of course,’ Dreadaeleon replied. ‘Your hallucination is just that: your rational mind, what you know to be true and real, is struggling with your irrational mind, what you desire and hope. The hallucination was simply an image manifestation of that. That she was not there was rational; that she was there was irrational; the eels represent-’

‘There are precious few ways one can interpret eel tits, my friend,’ Denaos interjected.

‘Can we pleasestop saying that?’ Dreadaeleon growled. ‘The eels are simply the bridge between, the sole obstacle to what you hope to accomplish, hence their characterisation as something horrifically ugly.’

‘Couldn’t that also suggest an aversion or fear to what lay under her shirt? Or sexuality in general?’ Denaos mused.

The boy whirled on him with teeth bared. ‘Oh, was it a group of smelly thieves and rapists who uncovered the innermost machinations of the organ driving human consciousness? Because here I thought it was the most enlightened body of scholarly inquiry in the world that figured it out. But if Denaos said it, it must be the other way, because he’s so great and he’s right about everything!’

Lenk had never thought he would actually see a man will himself to explode, much less a boy, but as Dreadaeleon stared fiery holes into the rogue’s forehead, chest expanding with each fevered breath like a bladder filling with water, he absently felt the urge to take cover from the impending splatter.

‘Right,’ Dreadaeleon said, body shrinking with one expulsion of hot air as he returned to Lenk. ‘The correct thing to do, then, would be to embrace the urge and simply … you know … have at it.’

Lenk regarded the boy curiously for a moment. There was something different in him, to be sure. The burning crimson that heralded his power seemed to be present, if only in brief, faint flickers behind his dark eyes. And yet, all his being seemed to have sunk into those eyes, the rest of him looking far skinnier than usual, his hair far greasier than it should be, his cheeks hollow and his jaw clenched.

‘Well, ah … okay, then.’ Lenk blinked. ‘Thanks?’

‘My pleasure,’ Dreadaeleon said, leaning against a tree. ‘I’m a little curious as to where you managed to find a girl on this island to hallucinate over, though. Or was this someone prior to our departure?’

‘What?’ Lenk asked. ‘Didn’t you hear?’

‘Bits and pieces. I didn’t catch the identity.’ Dreadaeleon’s eyes flared wide, the fire behind them bursting to faint embers. ‘It’s not Asper, is it?’ Before the young man could answer, he leaned forward violently. ‘ Is it?’

‘No, no,’ Denaos spoke up from behind. ‘Our boy here has decided that romancing within his own breed is a bit too dull.’

‘Oh … one of the lizards, then? Tell me, how can you tell the difference between the males and-’

‘It’s Kat, you spindly little freak!’ Lenk snarled suddenly.

‘Oh … what, really?’ Dreadaeleon blanched. ‘I mean … ah. No, I don’t think that’ll work at all.’

‘See?’ Denaos said.

‘What?’ Lenk frowned. ‘A moment ago you were telling me to follow my hallucination!’

‘Hallucination and delusion are two different things,’ Denaos replied. ‘This isn’t a matter of heart or mind, but of instinct. I mean, she’ll kill you.’

‘That’s what Isaid,’ Denaos muttered.

‘She hasn’t yet,’ Lenk replied, ‘and I’m sure I won’t be the first one she does.’

‘Who can say when or why an animal attacks? Perhaps she’s just waiting to show you her true colours, like a cat stalking. Or maybe she’s waiting until she’s hungry enough?’

‘Now wait just a-’

Denaos interrupted. ‘See, I hadn’t considered that. Here, I thought it was right until she got bored.’

‘She’s not going to-’

‘That’s a good point, but I think it may be biologically spurred,’ Dreadaeleon offered. ‘Like her instincts will only come to light when he spots her demiphallus.’

‘I’m not going to …’ This time, Lenk cut himself off as he stared at the boy with wide eyes. ‘Wait. Her what?’

‘All female shicts have them, it’s theorised. Granted, our necropsies haven’t catalogued enough to-’

‘No, shut up. What’s a demiphallus?’

‘Pretty much what it sounds like,’ the boy replied. ‘Used to show dominance over males, it’s … well … it’s …’ He appeared thoughtful for a moment. ‘All right, remember when we saw those exotic pets being unloaded in Muraska’s harbour?’

‘Right.’

‘Right, and remember the hyenas?’

‘Some noble in Cier’Djaal had shipped them up, I remember.’

‘Remember the femaleone?’

‘Yes, I-’ His eyes suddenly wide at the memory. ‘Oh … no.’

‘Really?’ Denaos asked, gaping. ‘She has one, you think? That would make perfectsense.’

‘I know!’ Dreadaeleon replied, grinning. ‘Wouldn’t it?’

‘How would thatmake perfect sense?’ Lenk demanded, eyes narrowing. ‘ How?’ He glowered at the boy. ‘And how are you in any position to be commenting on any part of a female south of her neck?’

‘I’ve … read books.’

‘Books?’ Denaos asked, chuckling.

‘Books, yes,’ Dreadaeleon replied. ‘I’m … familiar with the basic process, anyway. It’s not like it’s particularly difficult to perform, let along conceptualise.’

The two men stared at him, challenging. He cleared his throat.

‘See, uh.’ The boy scratched the back of his neck. ‘See, a lot of it has to do with the maidenhead. The, er, hymen, if you will, per se.’

‘Oh, I certainly will,’ Denaos said.

‘This isn’t helping me with my-’ Lenk muttered and was promptly ignored.

‘Right, well, this provides a form of … tightness … a sort of barrier that provides difficulty to the expeditious party. That … that makes sense, doesn’t it?’

‘Entirely, yes,’ Denaos confirmed through a grin.

‘All right, then … so, the only thing reallynecessary is some manner of … of …’

‘Penetration?’

‘No, see, because it’s a barrier. It … uh … needs a sort of crushing.’ He made a fist and thrust it forward demonstratively. ‘A punching motion.’

‘Punching?’

‘Yes. Punching.’ He turned to Lenk. ‘See? It’s a matter of nature, physical and mental. There’s no way you can possibly-’

‘Shut up,’ the young man said.

‘You didask-’ Denaos began.

‘I said shut up!’ Lenk roared, fists trembling at his side as he impaled the two men with his stare. ‘I can’t believe I asked either of you. You’ — he levelled a finger at Denaos — ‘who would leap at the chance to rut a sow so long as you were drunk enough or you’ — he thrust it at Dreadaeleon — ‘who divides his time between alienating every woman in sight with his pretentious sputter and staring holes in Asper’s robe and trying desperately to hide the chicken-bone swelling in his trousers.’

‘Asper?’ Denaos asked, glancing at the boy. ‘Really?’

‘Did I speak too softly or did you hear me when I told you to shut up?’ Lenk demanded, his scowl growing more intense, his voice harsher. ‘I don’t care what you, you or anyvoice says. I’mthe leader, and even if what I decide to do is at allmad, it’s still a damn sight better than any of you cowardly piss-slurpers could think of. Rest assured that no matter who I walk away from this with, their presence will be a small blessing against the fact that I am leaving bothof you to rot in filth, get sodomised in an alley and otherwise die alone.’